Song of Songs 8:1-4

1If only you were my brother, one who nursed at my mother’s breasts. If I saw you on the street, I would kiss you, and no one would look down on me.

2I would lead you. I would bring you into my mother’s house. (She is the one who was my teacher.) I would give you some spiced wine to drink, some juice squeezed from my pomegranates.

3His left hand is under my head. His right hand caresses me.

4Young women of Jerusalem, swear to me that you will not awaken love or arouse love before its proper time!